The Through-line
Updated: Dec 6, 2022
Outrageously
Stupendously
Stupid
Perhaps a nap is needed
Predictably dull
And dated
Not loved
And hardly hated
Not worth being debated
No controversy
Or philosophy
No ism’s
And no isnt’s
It's nonsense
A struggle
Probably
Not that loveable
Don’t listen
Don’t read
This is not what you need
It’s incredibly naive
You see
I believe
And that’s all it takes
To be called naive
In this world today
Swirly spinning world
It's absurd
And a world is made
With just the written word
It’s preposterous
It’s monstrous
It’s the through-line
That goes
Through the mind
And all of space and time
All of stories
All of understanding
It’s the skeleton key
And everything that means
It’s the golden joint
Smoked at heavens gates
As the trap door opens
And you’re left hoping
Things had been a little different
With your time alive
It’s vague and played
This play on this stage
It’s a shitty remodel
Without actors and actresses
That look like models
It’s bottom shelf
How the lowest of us felt
It's the melting pot
A hot spot
For things it claims it’s not
And it boils over
Through the streets
And in the eyes
Of the citizens of this Candy Land
A mad man
Going mad, man
It’s a river flowing
A tree growing
A poem without knowing
Where it’ll go
A runaway train
From the brain
Of an overworked
And underqualified
American manchild
Who will never be taken seriously
Even if he fights furiously
To move the world an inch
Another recycled line
Now that’s a bitch
To think
This all started
With a blonde
I call a witch
Oh boy
How things have switched
The words on the page are the same
But the motivation behind them has changed
Now just
A runaway train.
-C.H.